| I’ve been bleeding, oversleeping
|
| Running through the story line for line
|
| City skies through squinted eyes, look just like torches on the four-oh-five
|
| Then your braids fell to the ground, begging me to climb up
|
| Watch your shadow dancing on the stone
|
| Send the joker to the hall, cause I can’t seem to find ya
|
| But when I close my eyes
|
| I see the castles in my head
|
| Believe the fairy tales that you told instead
|
| I see the castles in my head
|
| No one can hurt me in a suit made of lead, made of lead
|
| Count the stairs, and split the hairs
|
| I plan for my escape until I can’t speak
|
| I can’t take the silence, or fake the smiles
|
| Everybody looks back the same, it’s the wildest thing
|
| But your braids fell to the ground, begging me to climb up
|
| Watch your shadow dancing on the stone
|
| Send the joker to the hall, cause I can’t seem to find ya
|
| But when I close my eyes
|
| I see the castles in my head
|
| Believe the fairy tales that you told instead
|
| I see the castles in my head
|
| No one can hurt me in a suit made of lead, made of lead
|
| (Made of lead, made of lead
|
| Made of lead, made of lead
|
| Made of lead, made of lead
|
| Made of lead, made of lead) |